post christmas
(flu season)
i am waiting to get the flu. i knew i would regret not getting the flu shot. i blame it on my doctor as i did ask for it. and she never called when the serum came in . then it was gone.
the truth is : i am afraid to get the flu shot. a lot of people i know (well, a few) got very ill after getting the flu shot.
so my remedy is to take tincture of echinechea and 2 extra strength tylenol.so far it is working. it usually does for a few days. then the germs sneak up on me and whack me down. then it's ten times worse and twice as long. i should just surrender at the first symptom.
this is old christmas day. in newfoundland we observe the 12 days of christmas. this is the twelfth. it is also my grandson's 6 th birthday. he is so grown up. we had a lovely conversation on the phone. i sent he and his older brother a wonderful chess set. it's medieval porcelain figurines. they like to play chess, and read and imagine. their's is a household that fosters creativity. both of their parents are artists. how lucky for them . would that all children had parents with wonderful imaginations.
their house is full of knights, magic, pirates , great deeds and bold expeditions. and nanny is coming to babysit for two weeks. we will have lots of fun. i am mentally preparing. every morning i imagine what it will be like , how we will spend our day. what new things nanny will try to intice them to eat. how the eldest will eagerly point out "the way mom does things" i know he will help care for his little brothers if they get sad or miss mommy and daddy.
we will tell lots of stories especially about their mother's growing up . about the time she ran away from home and ended up on the landwash in fogo island. and the time she took off early one morning just after we had arrived on the island of tobago and was brought home by a kind islander called "teacher" who warned us it was not safe for a little girl to be wandering by herself in the village.
and the time she poisoned herself one night when she made a special concoction from all the ingredients she found in the cupboard, such as cocoa, baking powder, dry mustard and vanilla...... it was not pretty what she threw up.
and another time, on fogo island , when she decided to make her own breakfast. she got out the cereal and poured detergent powder on top of it and added water............
and there was mother's day when she decided to make her dad and i breakfast in bed. she wasn't allowed to use the stove , so she made tea out of hot water from the tap. the cereal and toast were very soggy and cold. but she did have a lovely flower in a vase on the tray. she stayed and watched us eat every bite.........
and another time when she was very small and we left her with a baby sitter and when we arrived home she had drawn a lovely mural all around the living room wall. it was just her height and very intricate. she was most proud of that accomplishment.
her first boyfriend's name was jesse( oh dear i may have forgotten) he had a sister named "snort". she was so in love with him. i believe i still may have a bracelet he gave her.
and the time she quit school after the first week of school . she decided it wasn't nearly as fun as had been promised on her prekindergarten visit. she was quite right. her dad refused to take her to school when she was protesting so dramatically . finally i had to take a rather strongarmed tactic. i basically told her in canada education was compulsory and if she refused to go, momma would go to jail. she went.
and then there was the time she punched me in the stomach............
and the time she lost her snake in the apartment.........
and the time she married kaila our dog. she really liked being a bride, and a princess, and a wizard and an inventor and an archeologist and a dinosaur scientist . i forget what they are called, she knew at three and could also pronounce a dozen dinosaur names.
i don't have a repetoire of their dad's stories. i know there must be many and just as interesting. perhaps he can write some for me to tell while he is away in ireland..........
and of course there are my stories, and my mother's stories and i think i remember some of her mother's stories and of course the danes who came all the way from the old country of hans christian anderson......mmmm........... perhaps we are related.
and not to foget the stories of their poppy. he was a wonderful story teller and even wrote the stories into books..............
we will have a busy time. i wonder if they will be gone 100 nights?
(flu season)
i am waiting to get the flu. i knew i would regret not getting the flu shot. i blame it on my doctor as i did ask for it. and she never called when the serum came in . then it was gone.
the truth is : i am afraid to get the flu shot. a lot of people i know (well, a few) got very ill after getting the flu shot.
so my remedy is to take tincture of echinechea and 2 extra strength tylenol.so far it is working. it usually does for a few days. then the germs sneak up on me and whack me down. then it's ten times worse and twice as long. i should just surrender at the first symptom.
this is old christmas day. in newfoundland we observe the 12 days of christmas. this is the twelfth. it is also my grandson's 6 th birthday. he is so grown up. we had a lovely conversation on the phone. i sent he and his older brother a wonderful chess set. it's medieval porcelain figurines. they like to play chess, and read and imagine. their's is a household that fosters creativity. both of their parents are artists. how lucky for them . would that all children had parents with wonderful imaginations.
their house is full of knights, magic, pirates , great deeds and bold expeditions. and nanny is coming to babysit for two weeks. we will have lots of fun. i am mentally preparing. every morning i imagine what it will be like , how we will spend our day. what new things nanny will try to intice them to eat. how the eldest will eagerly point out "the way mom does things" i know he will help care for his little brothers if they get sad or miss mommy and daddy.
we will tell lots of stories especially about their mother's growing up . about the time she ran away from home and ended up on the landwash in fogo island. and the time she took off early one morning just after we had arrived on the island of tobago and was brought home by a kind islander called "teacher" who warned us it was not safe for a little girl to be wandering by herself in the village.
and the time she poisoned herself one night when she made a special concoction from all the ingredients she found in the cupboard, such as cocoa, baking powder, dry mustard and vanilla...... it was not pretty what she threw up.
and another time, on fogo island , when she decided to make her own breakfast. she got out the cereal and poured detergent powder on top of it and added water............
and there was mother's day when she decided to make her dad and i breakfast in bed. she wasn't allowed to use the stove , so she made tea out of hot water from the tap. the cereal and toast were very soggy and cold. but she did have a lovely flower in a vase on the tray. she stayed and watched us eat every bite.........
and another time when she was very small and we left her with a baby sitter and when we arrived home she had drawn a lovely mural all around the living room wall. it was just her height and very intricate. she was most proud of that accomplishment.
her first boyfriend's name was jesse( oh dear i may have forgotten) he had a sister named "snort". she was so in love with him. i believe i still may have a bracelet he gave her.
and the time she quit school after the first week of school . she decided it wasn't nearly as fun as had been promised on her prekindergarten visit. she was quite right. her dad refused to take her to school when she was protesting so dramatically . finally i had to take a rather strongarmed tactic. i basically told her in canada education was compulsory and if she refused to go, momma would go to jail. she went.
and then there was the time she punched me in the stomach............
and the time she lost her snake in the apartment.........
and the time she married kaila our dog. she really liked being a bride, and a princess, and a wizard and an inventor and an archeologist and a dinosaur scientist . i forget what they are called, she knew at three and could also pronounce a dozen dinosaur names.
i don't have a repetoire of their dad's stories. i know there must be many and just as interesting. perhaps he can write some for me to tell while he is away in ireland..........
and of course there are my stories, and my mother's stories and i think i remember some of her mother's stories and of course the danes who came all the way from the old country of hans christian anderson......mmmm........... perhaps we are related.
and not to foget the stories of their poppy. he was a wonderful story teller and even wrote the stories into books..............
we will have a busy time. i wonder if they will be gone 100 nights?
posted by bluebird of paradise at 5:53 PM
2 Comments:
I love your fertile mind. Your grandchildren didn't inherit all their sense of adventure from their parents...a lot came from you!
I'm curled up in a soft, green velvet chair...in a hotel room in Buenos Aires...and I want to hear more of your stories! :-)
Perhaps you need to visit your niece too!
Much love!
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